I just have to say, it is absolutely gorgeous in my backyard today. The sun is shining, birds and bugs are chirping, a nice breeze is blowing, neighbors down the block are renovating their house, dogs are barking, and Yahoo says it is 81°F. I believe them. We had a pretty good thunderstorm roll through. It started raining last night, finished this morning. My yard has a definite green look to it that is grass and not weeds. I used the drought as an opportunity to find all of my weeds and kill them. One patch is not dead because every time I spray them it is a signal for rain to fall. Perhaps I should have been spraying them more often?
Puff and I started our day with her getting breakfast in bed. The thunderstorm was booming and she was hungry, so I gave her a treat.
She left when I started singing to the radio. Maybe it was the song? She usually likes my singing.
I finally got up at 9:30 and went to a neighbor's garden to pick green beans. Oh, it was muddy but I didn't sink in, thank goodness. I got a bucketful. After dumping them in my yard and hosing the mud off I threw 1/3 of them away. Still ahead by 2/3 of a bucket, though, and I gave some to Dad when he came by. I should have given him some for my sister, but I didn't realize he was going to be seeing her when I bagged up his. They are working on trading in her Ranger for a PT Cruiser. Cheaper and better mileage. Which also means we will be a family devoid of trucks. Good thing I can rent one if I need it.
This is Puff's postition when I came outside. This is truly a nice way to spend a day.
This is what I see when I look up. I think this is a wonderful view, btw.
Also seeing the world around me and enjoying it, but I just love this umbrella and the unfinished patio and the table and my lawn chair.
I had mentioned before that I wanted to write a series of posts on emotional pain. I have started on the project. One post has been written, and I would like someone to review it but am balking at the thought of sharing it with anyone. I want it to be good. I want it to make sense. I can't show it to anyone where I live because there is too much in it that they don't know about. I am now reading a book that was going to be the second installment, and I can't quit thinking about what happened 25 years ago.
So before I go any further I am going to talk to my counselor. If I am going to do this I am going to have to consider that I may be sharing it with the world. So far my audience is limited to you guys. I'm not breaking any records on most viewed, here, and this is a safe place for me to share. And it could be that my offerings on emotional pain will garner the same amount of views. But, if it doesn't, if the tags draw in readers and some editor somewhere thinks it's worthy of cross-posting and sharing, then I will be way out there.
I have also noticed a plethora of articles on this topic lately. More Magazine has had two issues with them, that I've read. The college newspaper did a striking story last Friday of a veteran. Here's the link for you to read it. The sentence that got me was "Claire said Dan spends so much time trying to forget, he is losing the ability to remember pretty much anything at all." I have noticed that myself, and have been pushing myself for a few years to get my cognitive functions back.
I read so much in these articles that I have to wonder what I could offer. Or is that an excuse? Don't try so you can't be rejected. I'll talk to her on Friday and try to figure this out.
So back to my lovely Sunday in Indiana. Salt of the Earth neighbor just started cussing again which is his way of having a casual conversation. That's okay, I don't have to live with him. I'm going to clean out my shed.